Post by RealityShift on May 13, 2013 21:34:34 GMT -8
Hello All,
Prologue
Derrein Shack, Basement level
Merlonens’ Desert
10.00pm
The rowdy crowd cheered and shook the chain-link fence excitedly as they looked into the circular pit below them. From the farthest side a steel door slid open revealing a middle-aged man. The man was draped in ill-fitting, old-fashioned attire. He had a buttoned down shirt which looked to have been white a long time ago with an unbuttoned wait coat with patches sewn over the holes and long black pants that had torn at the ends with surprisingly new looking dress shoes. He wore an old scarf around his neck and fingerless gloves which were holding tightly on a thick steel chain. On the other end of the chain was another man three heads taller than the other. He stood proudly without a hint of smugness. He was draped in nothing but a thick withered button down cloak which finished just above his knees and a large metal collar that had spokes digging into his neck. His face was hidden hauntingly in the shadows of the small hallway.
“Introducing our undefeated champion,” The commentator boomed into a microphone. “Ragnarok!”
The shorter man pulled the other roughly into the arena blinding him from the bright lights above. The face distorting scar on his face became visible. It was a large jagged scar which went from above his hairline, over his right eye and down to his jaw. His right eye was practically blind due to the harsh scar and was never fully opened. The crowd roared to life again whooping and celebrating the nearly naked man. Pulling back reluctantly he made the seemingly important man stumble towards him.
“And now, introducing the challenger,” The commentator’s deep voice thundered again. “Pierrot!”
As the commentator spoke another steel door slid open across from the other. Walking out was an older woman with ashen hair with an acorn hat pined on her head. She wore a flattering lavender dress with matching lavender gloves. Wrapped and held in her dainty gloved hands was a long thick chain which rattled loudly. Something was lazily fighting the soft tugs of the chain.
“Come along now.” She said in her stern British accent.
A tall lanky man plodded out slowly, hunched over lazily as his head surveyed the room in a crazed manner. He wore nothing but a faded blue hospital gown. His long shaggy hair covered most of his face leaving only his sinister grin in view. His body went rigid as his ice blue eyes landed on the stocky tall man in the cloak.
“Now Handler’s, release the chains!” The commentator announced dramatically.
The older proper woman uncurled the chain from her hands and let it slide slowly to a bundle at her feet. The other man just cocked his head and smirked before tossing in his chain towards the center of the ring. Simultaneously the two handlers returned behind the steel doors.
As soon as the chains were released, Pierrot let out a small string of eerie giggles and began to slowly shift on his feet readily. Ragnarok let out a long sigh and shook his head in disgust. The crowd fell into a hushed suspenseful silence.
“Shift!” The commentator blared shocking a few members in the audience.
Right on cue, Pierrot separated his hands and slowly began to sink to the ground on to all fours. His back rippled with the movement and the change. His voice became gruff, half animal and half human. Tiny hairs sprouted as his body began to shrink and distort. His long bony fingers joined together to create a feline-like paw. His face which was once so very and unmistakably human was now a mutated human-ferret appearance. Ragnarok stared, unamused by Pierrot’s crowd-pleasing deliberately slow transformation. With his hands balled into fists he let out a loud battle-cry and shifted quickly and effortlessly into a full sized Amur tiger that mirrored his grotesque scar on the side of his face. His cloak was shredded in the process and was now sitting in torn pieces on the floor yet the collar was securely in place. Pierrot eased out of his hospital gown easily leaving it in a neat bundle on the ground, his collar still tightly in place as well. Still transforming, painfully slow, Ragnarok leapt forward and swiped a large paw at the animal-human mutant.
The crowd roared and became rowdy again. Shouting cheers, unneeded advice, unnecessary cussing and loud ballads of unintelligible chatter. The people closest to the chain-link fence held on tightly until their knuckles turned white and their faces turned red from the strain of their voices. It was a loud chorus of voices and they were all slowly blurring into one.
As he flew through the air the transformation finished and in its place was a brown lanky fossa who regained himself midair and used the wall to bounce back at the same speed. His mouth was pulled into the same eerie grin and grotesque sound, which slightly resembled a laugh, erupted from the ferret like creature. Ragnarok stood his ground allowing the small agile creature to land on his back. With one swift movement he veered up onto his back legs and plummeted to the ground. The cunning fossa shifted to the large tigers’ chest and clawed viciously at his face. He began to bite and tamper with the collar around Ragnarok’s neck in hopes that the tamper trap would kick in and kill him instantly. With Ragnarok clueing on quickly he brought up both his paws and threw Pierrot off into the wall. This time he didn’t recover. Blood seeped out of Pierrot’s mouth as he smiled revealing he had lost both his canine teeth. The missing teeth were lodged between Roagnaroks skin and the collar which was rubbing and causing a terribly annoying feeling when he moved his neck or swallowed. Spitting the excess blood from his mouth he launched himself away from the wall towards the stunningly orange tiger which veered up with a roar on its hind legs. Two large paws landed firmly on the Fossa crushing the collar and his windpipe yet he still found the energy to move. Beneath two heavy paws Ragnarok surveyed the destroyed collar on either side. He lifted one paw then raised the other and before it could scoot away quickly his clawed paws came down again snapping his neck. The body became hauntingly still as it lay there.
“And the winner is our still undefeated champion, Ragnarok!”
The crowd roared with excitement at the bloody carnage beneath them. A pool of dark red blood seeped out of Pierrot’s mouth signaling he truly was dead. The tiger plodded around the arena and jumped up, lunging at the crowd angrily. The crowd veered away and laughed as he hit the ground as a shocking pain pulsated through his body from the collar around his neck. Sinking to the ground in agony, Ragnarok watched as the woman in lavender walked out and tied the chain securely around his feet which were slowly changing back into human form. Her face showed no hint of sadness or remorse. In fact she looked, more than anything, angry. The body of the Fossa soon changed in to that of the tall lanky man. His mouth and chest were covered in blood and his neck flopped unnaturally as he was pulled away back into the rooms behind the steel doors. The short man walked out with his arms in the air nodding triumphantly to the crowd for securing yet another win. A new cloak was draped over the tiger by a small fair-skinned girl who wore a flowing knee length white dress. Around her neck was a similar collar to the other two except with one difference. Hers was white. She caressed the tigers head, gave him a quick kiss on the top of his head and said:
“You did really well, you can shift back now. It’s time to go home.”
Once he had shifted back the small girl, who was only as tall as his belly button, held his hand and lead him out. As he passed the short man he let out a deep growl of pure hatred which went unnoticed. The two left via the steel door and disappeared from the arena. The handler was still happily clapping and bowing as if he had just conducted an orchestra or had just finished acting in a theatre presentation.
“And that brings another Underground Fang Fight to a close! I’ll see you all next week for more shifter carnage!”
I was a little torn when deciding whether or not to post this or not. It's only the Prologue (or teaser really) of a story I've planned out, although I've been in writers block for weeks upon weeks.
I just wanted to see if people enjoyed the concept.
well here goes nothing.
Prologue
Derrein Shack, Basement level
Merlonens’ Desert
10.00pm
The rowdy crowd cheered and shook the chain-link fence excitedly as they looked into the circular pit below them. From the farthest side a steel door slid open revealing a middle-aged man. The man was draped in ill-fitting, old-fashioned attire. He had a buttoned down shirt which looked to have been white a long time ago with an unbuttoned wait coat with patches sewn over the holes and long black pants that had torn at the ends with surprisingly new looking dress shoes. He wore an old scarf around his neck and fingerless gloves which were holding tightly on a thick steel chain. On the other end of the chain was another man three heads taller than the other. He stood proudly without a hint of smugness. He was draped in nothing but a thick withered button down cloak which finished just above his knees and a large metal collar that had spokes digging into his neck. His face was hidden hauntingly in the shadows of the small hallway.
“Introducing our undefeated champion,” The commentator boomed into a microphone. “Ragnarok!”
The shorter man pulled the other roughly into the arena blinding him from the bright lights above. The face distorting scar on his face became visible. It was a large jagged scar which went from above his hairline, over his right eye and down to his jaw. His right eye was practically blind due to the harsh scar and was never fully opened. The crowd roared to life again whooping and celebrating the nearly naked man. Pulling back reluctantly he made the seemingly important man stumble towards him.
“And now, introducing the challenger,” The commentator’s deep voice thundered again. “Pierrot!”
As the commentator spoke another steel door slid open across from the other. Walking out was an older woman with ashen hair with an acorn hat pined on her head. She wore a flattering lavender dress with matching lavender gloves. Wrapped and held in her dainty gloved hands was a long thick chain which rattled loudly. Something was lazily fighting the soft tugs of the chain.
“Come along now.” She said in her stern British accent.
A tall lanky man plodded out slowly, hunched over lazily as his head surveyed the room in a crazed manner. He wore nothing but a faded blue hospital gown. His long shaggy hair covered most of his face leaving only his sinister grin in view. His body went rigid as his ice blue eyes landed on the stocky tall man in the cloak.
“Now Handler’s, release the chains!” The commentator announced dramatically.
The older proper woman uncurled the chain from her hands and let it slide slowly to a bundle at her feet. The other man just cocked his head and smirked before tossing in his chain towards the center of the ring. Simultaneously the two handlers returned behind the steel doors.
As soon as the chains were released, Pierrot let out a small string of eerie giggles and began to slowly shift on his feet readily. Ragnarok let out a long sigh and shook his head in disgust. The crowd fell into a hushed suspenseful silence.
“Shift!” The commentator blared shocking a few members in the audience.
Right on cue, Pierrot separated his hands and slowly began to sink to the ground on to all fours. His back rippled with the movement and the change. His voice became gruff, half animal and half human. Tiny hairs sprouted as his body began to shrink and distort. His long bony fingers joined together to create a feline-like paw. His face which was once so very and unmistakably human was now a mutated human-ferret appearance. Ragnarok stared, unamused by Pierrot’s crowd-pleasing deliberately slow transformation. With his hands balled into fists he let out a loud battle-cry and shifted quickly and effortlessly into a full sized Amur tiger that mirrored his grotesque scar on the side of his face. His cloak was shredded in the process and was now sitting in torn pieces on the floor yet the collar was securely in place. Pierrot eased out of his hospital gown easily leaving it in a neat bundle on the ground, his collar still tightly in place as well. Still transforming, painfully slow, Ragnarok leapt forward and swiped a large paw at the animal-human mutant.
The crowd roared and became rowdy again. Shouting cheers, unneeded advice, unnecessary cussing and loud ballads of unintelligible chatter. The people closest to the chain-link fence held on tightly until their knuckles turned white and their faces turned red from the strain of their voices. It was a loud chorus of voices and they were all slowly blurring into one.
As he flew through the air the transformation finished and in its place was a brown lanky fossa who regained himself midair and used the wall to bounce back at the same speed. His mouth was pulled into the same eerie grin and grotesque sound, which slightly resembled a laugh, erupted from the ferret like creature. Ragnarok stood his ground allowing the small agile creature to land on his back. With one swift movement he veered up onto his back legs and plummeted to the ground. The cunning fossa shifted to the large tigers’ chest and clawed viciously at his face. He began to bite and tamper with the collar around Ragnarok’s neck in hopes that the tamper trap would kick in and kill him instantly. With Ragnarok clueing on quickly he brought up both his paws and threw Pierrot off into the wall. This time he didn’t recover. Blood seeped out of Pierrot’s mouth as he smiled revealing he had lost both his canine teeth. The missing teeth were lodged between Roagnaroks skin and the collar which was rubbing and causing a terribly annoying feeling when he moved his neck or swallowed. Spitting the excess blood from his mouth he launched himself away from the wall towards the stunningly orange tiger which veered up with a roar on its hind legs. Two large paws landed firmly on the Fossa crushing the collar and his windpipe yet he still found the energy to move. Beneath two heavy paws Ragnarok surveyed the destroyed collar on either side. He lifted one paw then raised the other and before it could scoot away quickly his clawed paws came down again snapping his neck. The body became hauntingly still as it lay there.
“And the winner is our still undefeated champion, Ragnarok!”
The crowd roared with excitement at the bloody carnage beneath them. A pool of dark red blood seeped out of Pierrot’s mouth signaling he truly was dead. The tiger plodded around the arena and jumped up, lunging at the crowd angrily. The crowd veered away and laughed as he hit the ground as a shocking pain pulsated through his body from the collar around his neck. Sinking to the ground in agony, Ragnarok watched as the woman in lavender walked out and tied the chain securely around his feet which were slowly changing back into human form. Her face showed no hint of sadness or remorse. In fact she looked, more than anything, angry. The body of the Fossa soon changed in to that of the tall lanky man. His mouth and chest were covered in blood and his neck flopped unnaturally as he was pulled away back into the rooms behind the steel doors. The short man walked out with his arms in the air nodding triumphantly to the crowd for securing yet another win. A new cloak was draped over the tiger by a small fair-skinned girl who wore a flowing knee length white dress. Around her neck was a similar collar to the other two except with one difference. Hers was white. She caressed the tigers head, gave him a quick kiss on the top of his head and said:
“You did really well, you can shift back now. It’s time to go home.”
Once he had shifted back the small girl, who was only as tall as his belly button, held his hand and lead him out. As he passed the short man he let out a deep growl of pure hatred which went unnoticed. The two left via the steel door and disappeared from the arena. The handler was still happily clapping and bowing as if he had just conducted an orchestra or had just finished acting in a theatre presentation.
“And that brings another Underground Fang Fight to a close! I’ll see you all next week for more shifter carnage!”
